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So cut the crap and tell me that we're through. Now, I know your heart, I know your mind. You don't even know you're being unkind.
— Your Woman, White Town
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━━━━━━ June 3, 2150
A CHAIR SCRAPED ACROSS the floor and landed at the side of Casey's bed. Her brow twitched and her face minutely turned to face the person who approached her. She kept her eyes closed, her body still exhausted from the pain in her chest and face. Her injuries were still healing and, with the influx of Grounder patients, Casey had been moved to a secluded room attached to the med bay.
⠀⠀⠀"Casey, I think I've made a mistake," Bellamy's sorrowful voice pierced through the silence. "I think I made a mistake controlled by my emotions for... for the mountain. I let them get the better of me," he whispered. He propped his elbows on the edge of the bed, unintentionally dragging the blanket towards him. "I just wish you were awake. That you could help me figure this out and—"
⠀⠀⠀A smirk slipped past her lips without meaning to. But how could she not? The Bellamy Blake was looking to her for advice now. He paused, his gaze digging under her skin as she tried to reel it back in.
